Mudball

Mudball. I wouldn't know what to do without him.

He was the son of a couple of Artisans. They became fearful and estranged from us during the reign of the Tyrant, and how to blame them. Their children moved out at the speed of light, and they left us too in time.

Not so Mudball.

For a skydancer to take up the path of a warrior is always a big deal. More so since nobody in his family approved one bit. They wanted him safe and gone too.

I don't know why he made this choice. He's serious and humble and what further from a rebel hothead looking for a fight you could ever imagine.

I suspect he took pity on us all, and wanted to make himself powerful to protect us from that crazy ***** that had scared off so many.

Well, he didn't get to save us from her, but he surely protects us now.

He's good, and has much room for improvement still. He works hard and never complains. If we had recruits at all, he would train them, but we can't afford to sustain more younglings. He takes care of repairing weapons and tools too, having learnt from his father, a blacksmith.

I hear he is still in contact with his family but I never saw them back here.

I wonder if he regrets his choice, if he ever feels lost and alone stuck here now that this clan has changed so much.

That I know of, he never had a mate. He doesn't seem interested. I've seen him gaze at Shy sometimes but I think he's just trying, like us all, to crack that puzzle.

I've seen him stare at Caodai too, now that I think of it.

Mmmm. Who wouldn't stare at Caodai.